Turns out no, unless my dad was really, really bad. And considering I keep finding these pictures of him in Southern California with long blond hair, I assume not.
I, on the other hand, am a dark, dark, brown-haired Italian chap. So when you put me on a board in some deep swells (fine, 6-8 feet, but STILL), you better fetch the lifeguard. Please take the photo evidence from the beach over the weekend with a grain of salt - or, in my case, a bucket of saltware.
Of course, a big thanks goes out to John, for generous donation of his board. Take a bow, John: ![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNdBdN5-tXX6jOR6mqeTRxDbtmH5uEj4kDhvJAme9_kkehUwgUL2eudW876shL6F6QwSmQgUTs2xz6-oJq61mqc7eRQKBzvHrdJqudNrK6FRqHy4VKB2OrkfuXD-28EejNZPPBTodbPs4/s320/IMG_3593.JPG)
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Dude, what's with the paddle? That's what your arms are for.
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